Lyrics:
sands
There I lay in a dust storm, brain storms
Some day we may form a massive collective mind with no bandages
I kneel down to fantasy of what is real
VERSE 1 -
Baby baby, I’ll make you my baby
I’ll give you some babies, only baby if you pay me
Not a dub, but in love, baby, won’t you take me
All
a granddaughter, still single, can't say she's surprised
Eats sardines by the can and berries from a vine
Be careful with the truth, girl, but don't you ever lie
from the slum by the way
Every time mi wake k'oju mi ma ri're (Oh yeah)
High sound go all the way
Come baby wajo wajo for me ayy ayy
Cause some have food
I heard a grey-haired old
Musician say
That on the vaudeville circuit
Back in his day
They said the two worst nights
You could ever play
Were Sunday
When you die they put you in a wooden black box
You are peaceful now there are no worries
The brain has stopped
Prayers will be read by a priest
Almost by accident, I have become rich
Through continued reward for skilled labor in the private sector
And a genuine lack of interest in expensive
didn't have it in him after all that talk
Talkin' about he pop up in a four by four
Grass ain't green, let me mow my lawn
Two gyal fightin' and it's all
lives must go to waste?
As far as graves
Until I see some fucking change
And I don't even know how
We continue to
Fight one another now
Now he
I'm Lord Jedi Waves at sixteen
Yo, Vinnie, blicky, I'm followed by tranquility
My gun cha cha slide like dance floors into sixteens
Shoot your
quick like I'm Slender
Man, I'm on a high one
Counting all my worries (Oh no, I've got none)
Counting all my monies (Oh wait, you want some) suck one
Put fuckboys on faces, I left my smoke in the house
With some uck faces in the naughty house
And I don't like strangers, so don't bring them round
to brawling when I rage
OG catch me like some Saints
Took a Denny's on the den
And it's been 2K on the safe
Them new Ameri's on the way
My leather soft I
For a little bush retreat
Where the kookaburras call
Some people like their houses
With fences all around
Others live in mansions
And some beneath
Joey D loves Lucy A
That's what the note said
5th grade
He's in her row two seats behind
Ten years old, the torture never ends
One day at recess
people trip with me like I owe em some'ing
Get off your ass don't look to me for handouts, cause I can't give you nothing
Plus I heard niggaz got a lot
And it's way past 10
I'm in the traffic reminiscing
About way back when
We used to live check to check
Everyday we was so broke
The only thing we had
He was born with an error in his brain
A little devil lives inside his head
Some people call him mad some call him insane
He can only be
[lyrics by Harry Conklin]
Circus goes 'round in my mind
Leaving all logic behind
How can I be living here ?
When I am no where near
[V2]
Imagination
cuts her wrist
She takes two lives to fix one sin
Because she was brainwashed by religion
[Parody of "Stuck In A Moment" by U2]
Just the other day
I was on my way to work
When nature started calling me
With an overwhelming urge
Now I'm
no plans to rewind · I used to be blind ·
but now I see fine, with divine spectacles ·
Some biblical meats and vegetables, my level's risin' like
shit is run by fake Christians, fake politicians
Look at they mansions, then look at the conditions you live in
All they talk about is terrorism
sets in
But there's pieces of you all across the pages
Of five plus two more lives you gave us
Wondering if we're gaining any ground
Or just walking
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